Girls Night Out

Bad service and a 50 minute wait even with reservations can't beat laughter and endless amounts of chocolate at what is still one of our favorite restaurants in NYC.
We ate asparagus and fondue and made sparks as we tried to boil water (Dad, you don't even want to know) in moments where we were much too much like our students. We talked about boys and life and love and....not school. We're becoming friends, not collegues, and after nine months, these people finally know me. They know the me here. The Boy here. The life here. It's weird, to feel as if I've been reinvented, yet to feel somehow like I haven't changed, knowing all the while I have.
Every minute of every day is a battle, for all of us. I've been hardened. I've let myself be hardened, not just by the city, but by my job, the city, the breakup with the Old Boy, the distance from my family...the choices that I've made and the questions that ultimately come with sacrifice.
We're all in the same boat. We're fighting to stay who we were before all of this but know that that person is already gone. So instead we're trying to help eachother learn how to leave school at school...to learn that the weekend starts at 2:50 on Fridays and we have first names and we are friends and daughters and girlfriends and sisters and people.
Tonight we succeeded at being people - together. We did not talk about school, and we didn't have to make an effort not to talk about school, it just happened. We are building lives...together.
Hooray for bad service, 50 minute waits, too much chocolate, New Boys, Old Boys, Friday nights, evolution of self, and friends with whom to share the experience.